Feel It

[Verse 1: Masta Ace]

I got one life to live a short time to live it

And whatever's left in me I'mma find and give it

See a handful of y'all understand the plight

Of this underground man at the hand of mic

I get a pen in my hand and write

And while the rest of y'all run from the truth

I'mma stand and fight

I got it in sight, gotta get right, gotta get straight

I'm trying to get through there's a lot on my plate

In this ice cold world, better get y'all coats

I'm a husband, a father and a football coach

And If you see me on the sidelines coaching a game

I needed some joy to balance the emotion and pain

If you see me and my daughter, and we out on the town

It's cause she lifts me up, when I'm down with a frown

I'm a family man I ain't trying to conceal it

Being myself's the best way for me to be sure that you feel it

[Hook: Money Harm]

You gon' feel it, and we gon' make it

We gotta keep pushin til we die

I'm telling you can't nobody hold me back

I'm gonna keep coming up the line

I know you can feel it, and you gon' hear it

Because we go hard each and every day

Staying on the grind tryna make a way

Tryna make a way, make a way yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 2: Stricklin]

You might get sick of me complaining and hearing me sob

But it's kinda hard tryna juggle my career and my job

Cause wether it's the M-I-C or an IV

They be calling me Notorious E-M-T

A lot of sleepless nights, cause I'm up while y'all asleep

But movies with the wife, that's when I fall asleep

It's all good though, don't stop my flow

Cause I'm a grinder, If y'all forget let me remind ya

[Verse 3: Wordsworth]

It's more than a miracle you hearing me now

No sympathy from the industry it's wearing me down

Tearing me down rap's my job

But hate when my daughter cries

When I catch a plane to rap for y'all

Can't give me back the weeks I missed

Appreciate all the hands that I shook

And the cheeks I kissed

Felt this all along, if the songs that I write don't reveal it

I know you ain't me, all I ask is that you feel it

[Hook: Money Harm]

You gon' feel it, and we gon' make it

We gotta keep pushin til we die

I'm telling you can't nobody hold me back

I'm gonna keep coming up the line

I know you can feel it, and you gon' hear it

Because we go hard each and every day

Staying on the grind tryna make a way

Tryna make a way, make a way yeah yeah yeah

[Verse 4: Punchline]

Book of Matthew's the last should be first

Put my life in the verse

I wish I could spend my life in reverse

Day one for all the passion and pain

My upbringing left me with an emotional strain

Wanna change, shit on my dreams

Can't stop me haters, I keep my eye on the goal

Like a hockey player

Dog my style greater, major I face problems

Drink away the pain and drain the wine bottle

Criticized for the songs I create

Wanna elevate, but I'm stuck down in this place

Wait, I reside in the lower east

Light skin, crooked teeth

Nice since the young guns like Chris and Neef

Lyrically I'm deep, rhyme tighter I'm here

After the smoke clear like a firefighter

We don't play with it, took a oath to kill it

And whatever we spit, we gon' make y'all FEEL IT!

[Hook: Money Harm] (x3)

You gon' feel it, and we gon' make it

We gotta keep pushin til we die

I'm telling you can't nobody hold me back

I'm gonna keep coming up the line

I know you can feel it, and you gon' hear it

Because we go hard each and every day

Staying on the grind tryna make a way

Tryna make a way, make a way yeah yeah yeah